*Phinehas bursts out laughing, then abruptly stops, and turns to Zorbel.*
You? Slay me? That has to be the most amusing thing I've hear these three days. Watch yourself my dear, when one gets in over one's head, one drowns.
As for your husband, I have no use of him, and no desire to take him as an apprentice even if he so wished, so don't worry about him calling me Master. The only thing that drew my interest to him was the comment of a friend, but as he does not seem to be of the particularly sharp-witted sort, I have no use for his company.
*Phinehas then turns back to his glass of wine, indicating that the conversation is over.*